Impending Doom

What if there was a countdown to your ability to express your light? What if everyday you got closer to The Day, it would all be taken away from you? What if you could feel the end lurking around the corner; never sure when it was all going to be snatched away from you, for good. 

Would you try and squeeze every little bit of light out into the world, or would you succumb to the existential despair of it all?